By the time they reached Anakin and Padmé’s space yacht it was swarming with finnies, and the enemy ship was dragging it in with a tractor beam. The shields to the Baci fleet were still operational, so all Jaina could assume was that the Chiss weapon hadn’t worked. Now all that could be done was try to get her brother and grandmother out alive. “Vornskrs,” Jaina ordered, “attack at will, but don’t shoot at the yacht, there are friendlies aboard.” There was a return of double clicks in answer. “Stay on this one,” Jaina instructed tightly. “I’ll take these two.” * * * * * * “Not exactly.” “How?”